" Picking her up and removing her skirt he held her face down on a cushion. "Are you going to tell me?" He tried to use his best interrogator's voice....No! Oooww!!" Vivienne cried as his hand landed on her bare arse. "That hurt." Tell me." Vivienne remained silent. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The blows were nowhere near as hard as the on previous evening."Alright I'll tell you. First though take me to the bedroom and make love to me. I feel all warm and tingly there now." Tom did as requested. . would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George.”“I don't really mind if you call me Master, I just don't want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too.” “Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George,” she whined.He shrugged. “Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It's not everyday that a. Her baggage consisted of a jute back with old torn saris and some under garments. The same evening I took her to the market, bought her some decent saris and under clothes, took her out to a meal and we came home around 9 pm.“Where do I sleep master?” she asked. By then, I was determined that she will be mine and mine alone. “Where do you want?” I asked. It was November, and Delhi was pretty cold by then. “Wherever you tell me” she said, most coy. “ARE you sure?” I asked. “Yes; Whatever you. There was a salwar kameez, a nighty, a cream colored padded bra and a flowery panty. I immediately put the panty to my nose and started sniffing it. I smelled a little of her sweat and washing powder. I put my lips to her bra pads where I imagined her nipples would be brushing and licked it. It was so erotic and my cock was standing to attention. I was in my own world of lust when I heard her knocking on the bathroom door. Are you finished or not? It’s been ages you are in bathroom.Coming.